Post by Rockshade on Jul 31, 2018 16:29:58 GMT -5
[We are at The Rusty Nail, a relatively small pub with a rustic look. Its wood panel walls are adorned with photographs of nature and hunters showing off their kills. Elsewhere in town, Sunday Showcase is in progress. The camera zooms in on the television screen mounted above the bar. The Mon-stars have just defeated the Perfect Assholes for the GWA World Tag Team Titles. Cheers can be heard in the room as the scene displays Rockshade celebrating with a throng of locals.]
Rockshade: Toast to the new champions!
[Large bearded men lift pitchers of tap beer, much of which spills indiscriminately. They put the glasses to their lips, salvaging as much as they can.]
Rockshade: Correction. Toast to Caffrey losing his title.
[Several of the men shrug, cheer again and take another swig.]
Rockshade: How does it feel, Caff? Me giving you the same amount of respect you give the rest of us. When the boys are wrestling, how present are you unless you have a direct stake in the match? How many times have you left early while the rest of us were still in the arena shedding our blood, sweat and tears? You know, like how you quit the GWA three years ago only to return for a fat check after the Dylan Blacks, the Doomtrains and even the Brewers took our company into the stratosphere.
[Some of the men, clearly inebriated and enjoying the spectacle, let out an "Ooooh!" and continue drinking.]
Rockshade: Let me tell you something you might already know, Caffrey: I don't like you. Now that I have your ear, since you only pay attention when it's about you, allow me to teach you a history lesson. You like walking around saying I wanted to reform The Round Table with your tag team partner. You're either blatantly lying or too self-centered to get the facts straight.
[He turns to one of the regulars, perhaps a GWA fan, who has been paying close attention to his narrative.]
Rockshade: It seems ankles aren't the only things Caffrey likes to twist.
[The man laughs and signals the bartender for a pair of shots. Rockshade refuses the drink, so the patron offers his second serving to a stranger.]
Rockshade: Caffrey, it was your tag team partner who wanted to reform The Round Table with ME. I said no because I wanted nothing to do with you. I called you what you are, an Asshole, and you stole the moniker just like you stole your finisher. You're welcome. Then you went and buddied up with...someone else. Much like my friend here.
[He shakes the hand of the man who offered him the drink to indicate he means no disrespect.]
Rockshade: You say my motivation is to goad you into a title defense. That's a moot point now, isn't it? No, my motivation is to see you suffer for disrespecting the organization I owe my life to. When I knocked your teeth down your throat with those steel steps last week, do you think I was thinking about the tag team titles?
[The Double Hall of Famer pauses to allow himself a moment of reflection.]
Rockshade: Okay, maybe I was. I was thinking about you losing them one way or another after you used a loophole to deprive me of the Triple Crown. But more than that, I was thinking about your disfigured face meaning there would be fewer Caffrey billboards going up and less money in your pocket. I DON'T LIKE YOU, CAFFREY. I want to see you in pain.
[Someone off camera, late to the party, screams "I'll drink to that!"]
Rockshade: And not just physical pain. Not the kind of pain you were in at Red, White, Black & Blue. I'm talking mental torture. The kind that can only be inflicted on your kind of ego by turning a chance for glory into a footnote. Do you see where I'm going with this? I've been told I have quite the ego, too. It takes one to know one. They say my ego is what has kept me in the GWA so long, I now sit two wins away from topping the all time list. What you fail to acknowledge is that it also takes heart and soul to get there. You're the most talented wrestler I've ever seen, but you lack those two ingredients. It takes fighting season after season, through the ups and the downs, and not quitting like a little bitch when things don't go your way. Caffrey, I'm not trying to goad you into a title match. I'm trying to goad you with the opportunity to ruin my crowning moment.
[The mood suddenly gets heavy as a look of great intensity appears on the legend's face.]
Rockshade: Because I am going to become the winningest wrestler in GWA history, and I plan to do it over your defeated carcass.
[The camera zooms into the following photo on the wall before the scene fades...]
Rockshade: Toast to the new champions!
[Large bearded men lift pitchers of tap beer, much of which spills indiscriminately. They put the glasses to their lips, salvaging as much as they can.]
Rockshade: Correction. Toast to Caffrey losing his title.
[Several of the men shrug, cheer again and take another swig.]
Rockshade: How does it feel, Caff? Me giving you the same amount of respect you give the rest of us. When the boys are wrestling, how present are you unless you have a direct stake in the match? How many times have you left early while the rest of us were still in the arena shedding our blood, sweat and tears? You know, like how you quit the GWA three years ago only to return for a fat check after the Dylan Blacks, the Doomtrains and even the Brewers took our company into the stratosphere.
[Some of the men, clearly inebriated and enjoying the spectacle, let out an "Ooooh!" and continue drinking.]
Rockshade: Let me tell you something you might already know, Caffrey: I don't like you. Now that I have your ear, since you only pay attention when it's about you, allow me to teach you a history lesson. You like walking around saying I wanted to reform The Round Table with your tag team partner. You're either blatantly lying or too self-centered to get the facts straight.
[He turns to one of the regulars, perhaps a GWA fan, who has been paying close attention to his narrative.]
Rockshade: It seems ankles aren't the only things Caffrey likes to twist.
[The man laughs and signals the bartender for a pair of shots. Rockshade refuses the drink, so the patron offers his second serving to a stranger.]
Rockshade: Caffrey, it was your tag team partner who wanted to reform The Round Table with ME. I said no because I wanted nothing to do with you. I called you what you are, an Asshole, and you stole the moniker just like you stole your finisher. You're welcome. Then you went and buddied up with...someone else. Much like my friend here.
[He shakes the hand of the man who offered him the drink to indicate he means no disrespect.]
Rockshade: You say my motivation is to goad you into a title defense. That's a moot point now, isn't it? No, my motivation is to see you suffer for disrespecting the organization I owe my life to. When I knocked your teeth down your throat with those steel steps last week, do you think I was thinking about the tag team titles?
[The Double Hall of Famer pauses to allow himself a moment of reflection.]
Rockshade: Okay, maybe I was. I was thinking about you losing them one way or another after you used a loophole to deprive me of the Triple Crown. But more than that, I was thinking about your disfigured face meaning there would be fewer Caffrey billboards going up and less money in your pocket. I DON'T LIKE YOU, CAFFREY. I want to see you in pain.
[Someone off camera, late to the party, screams "I'll drink to that!"]
Rockshade: And not just physical pain. Not the kind of pain you were in at Red, White, Black & Blue. I'm talking mental torture. The kind that can only be inflicted on your kind of ego by turning a chance for glory into a footnote. Do you see where I'm going with this? I've been told I have quite the ego, too. It takes one to know one. They say my ego is what has kept me in the GWA so long, I now sit two wins away from topping the all time list. What you fail to acknowledge is that it also takes heart and soul to get there. You're the most talented wrestler I've ever seen, but you lack those two ingredients. It takes fighting season after season, through the ups and the downs, and not quitting like a little bitch when things don't go your way. Caffrey, I'm not trying to goad you into a title match. I'm trying to goad you with the opportunity to ruin my crowning moment.
[The mood suddenly gets heavy as a look of great intensity appears on the legend's face.]
Rockshade: Because I am going to become the winningest wrestler in GWA history, and I plan to do it over your defeated carcass.
[The camera zooms into the following photo on the wall before the scene fades...]